Maybe a new life would be better

By Cat

CHAPTER TWO; MEMORIES OF ANOTHER LIFE

'Priss had stalked around the perimeter of the building twice when she stopped again to see what was going on. But what she saw made her heart churn. . .'

It was a black suited, male, Cyborg. The Cyborg had a muscular build and a rather stiff walk. His body was covered in black armour. His back armour had some sort of steel spikes sticking out of it and the mask had white patches which Priss could only guess they were for eyes. Black boots covered the feet and he held a large rifle. Priss' screen informed her it was one of GENOM's latest and had the stats: range: 1000ft, damage: 1D4x10, payload: 15.

Suddenly Priss' instincts took her over and she fired her rail gun a few times before charging the Cyborg. She ignored Sylia's shouts of "Priss! I told you to stay put!" and loaded her knuckle bombs to three. She aimed to the upper chest and punched. A large explosion signified Priss hitting the Cyborg.

((Back in the mobile pit))

"I fucking told her to stay put, but does she listen? No." Sylia whined at herself. "Where are you now Nene?"

"In the mobile pit?" Nene said humorously.

"Oh very funny. . ." Sylia snapped dryly. She brushed some hair out of her eyes. "You know very well what I mean."

"So are you but they say looks don't count. . ." Nene trailed off at this comment and then she chuckled. "I'm in the GENOM mainframe at this particular moment but I'll need a few more minutes before I get the information we need."

"OK"

((With Priss))

Priss screamed as the Cyborg shot a bullet into her stomach, she fell to the ground in pain before getting up and with a mutter of "If at first you don't succeed try, try again" she tackled him to the ground. He kicked her over his head and got up. He aimed the rifle at her again and before he could shoot her he felt a shot of one of Priss' knuckle bombs in his leg. She screamed once again as she was thrown against the warehouse wall and this time the Cyborg paused in a familiar memory. . .

Flashback

The scream this time was playful, as he tickled his girlfriend's stomach. She screamed for him to "stop it" only to be replied with a "but I'm having fun". With a playful sigh he let her get up and put his arm around her in a loving motion.

"By the way Priscilla I have something for you." John said in a loving voice.

"How many times have I told you not to call me that?" Priss whined.

"You haven't." He helped her up and covered her eyes with his hands. He slowly and gently led her out to the small desolated 'backyard'. He uncovered her eyes and she gasped at the creature in front of her which was now giving off metallic playful barks.

"Oh my goodness!" She exclaimed. "Thanks John!" Her bright eyes immediately filled with happiness and love for John.

"Ahh. . . I wanted to get you a real one if I could, but. . . I just couldn't get one. . ." John's voice trailed off as he was sure Priss' would fill with disappointment.

"Oh, no, it's great, John!" Priss said lovingly. "He's so cute! Hey, John, what's his name? Did you give him one yet?" She looked up at John, who to Priss was at least a head taller than her.

"Nexus 3."

"That's just his model number, isn't it? That makes him sound like a robot."

"Ah, yeah. . ." John scratched his head in wonder at how his girlfriend was so sexy.

"Hmm. . ." Priss thought ". . .I know! How about Nex? It's short for Nexus 3! What do you think, huh, John?"

"Y, yeah...That's a great name...!" To tell you the truth, John really didn't know what to say.

"Really? Come on, Nex! Let's go! Come on, boy!" Priss said as she and the small mechanical toy ran off with her. John watched as Priss and Nex played together.

end flashback

The Cyborg was confused at these sudden memories. He did not know what to make of it. 'Oh well' He thought. 'Just have to kill the bitch.'

TO BE CONTINUED. . .